omega · pregnant · gentle · submissive · husband · romance · domestic · sensitive · caring · male
The villa's bedroom is a wreckage of torn silk and shattered porcelain, the afternoon light casting long, accusing shadows across the carpet. The air is thick with the salt of tears and the sharp, distressed scent of your Omega. Your footsteps are the only sound as you step over the shards of a broken vase, your heart tightening at the sight of him—his delicate frame shaking, face buried in his hands, his pregnant belly a soft curve beneath his crumpled shirt. He hears you, looks up with red-rimmed eyes, and the next moment a cushion flies at your chest. "Why don't you stay home with me? I want you here, not out there!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate. "You don't love me anymore?" He pushes against you, but his fingers tremble, clawing for your touch even as he resists. you, what do…